In name only: The land of Handong, I shall rule its fate.

The college students peeked out curiously.

The cardboard box was opened.

It turned out to be a stack of small jewelry items, including rings, finger rings, and bracelets.

"This is nothing valuable."

Wu Chunlin held up the microphone and spoke again, holding a ring in his hand. He showed the inside of the ring to the students in the front row, "But inside there is a small gift for you, my personal number."

"You can add me as a WeChat friend, or you can save my number in your contacts."

"As you begin your internships and start a new chapter in your lives, you are learning to integrate into society. You can tell me about any difficulties or injustices you encounter along the way, and I will do my best to help you resolve them. These could be minor setbacks in life or small difficulties at work."

Or if you see a beautiful sunset on your way home from get off work, a rainbow after the rain, or are tossing and turning in bed late at night, feel free to message or call me.

The college students selected their assigned numbers, and sure enough, they all had the same number. But they weren't fools; how could an organization minister, who was extremely busy, possibly take care of eight thousand people?

In the end, even if someone does give them a symbolic reply, it probably won't be the person who actually did it.

The above words.

It carries a special meaning.

Many students quietly saved the number in their phones and carefully checked it several times. This number is one they may not call, but they cannot be without.

But where college students gather in large numbers, there are bound to be outstanding talents among them.

"Minister Wu, is this really your number?"

A tall man stood up and bravely spoke up, "What if we can't get through on the phone when something happens, and we have nowhere to turn for help?"

"If that's the case."

"We...would rather not have it."

Only one warrior spoke, but the eyes of the vast majority of people conveyed the same meaning.

"Comrade, you can try dialing it."

Wu Chunlin likes troublemakers, especially those who dare to defy public opinion and fight for their legitimate rights.

Jingle Bell!

"Hey, hello young comrade!"

Wu Chunlin answered the phone that rang in his pocket and spoke.

The sound came through the microphone.

The news spread throughout the entire conference room.

"I know what everyone is worried about. They're worried that I'll put on a show and then hand over my number to someone else after the show, leaving you all feeling disappointed."

"After all, I'm very busy."

"Endless meetings and never-ending work, but when you really want help, all you get is a string of numbers that you can't reach or get back to."

Wu Chunlin sat down cross-legged on the spot, facing this group of soon-to-be adults who possessed both childishness and maturity. "Actually, I thought about this decision for a very long time. I wasn't sure if I could fulfill my promise, or if I could take care of everyone."

"Take our Executive Director Lin, for example. He's known for his high energy levels and is even younger than me, but he only dares to send out a few hundred copies. I, on the other hand, have to deal with more than eight thousand people."

"I thought about it over and over again!"

"The final decision has been made."

"Other cadres may not be able to do it, but I can't. I am the provincial organization minister of Handong. My responsibility is to guide you into the door, put you on the right path, and help you keep moving up, until the day you retire... If there is another day, I will bring you out safely one by one."

"Recruiting cadres, educating cadres, and promoting cadres are all my jobs, but my ultimate job is to guide you through the entire journey."

"Having fewer people drop out along the way and go astray, making this path for the masses brighter and cleaner, is more meaningful than holding meetings."

"I hereby make this promise."

"All of the more than 8,000 young comrades who signed the agreement with the Organization Department of Handong this time, including you, can find me through this number."

"If one day I lose my energy, I will resign from my current position and focus on communicating with you all, becoming a bridge connecting all parties."

Silence fell over the scene.

After a moment of silence, thunderous applause erupted, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Thank you everyone!

Wu Chunlin stood up and bowed deeply to everyone.

The crowd dispersed.

"Thank you so much, Principal Xia, for your strong support this time."

Wu Chunlin grasped the hands of the president of Chang'an University and thanked him repeatedly.

Although the old man secretly lifted the ban, the fact that the universities in the four cities were willing to go along with his nonsense was truly a huge debt of gratitude.

"Minister Chunlin, you're too kind. We just want the children to have a better future."

"Just at that moment."

"You and Handong have arrived."

Principal Xia and others were very polite. They pointed out that there is a gap between the development of the central and western regions and the eastern coastal areas. The fact that Handong University was able to attract so many graduates has greatly improved the university's various indicators and even its future development prospects, in addition to financial subsidies.

Most importantly, what Handong takes away are not the top disciples of various universities and sects, but rather the middle or even lower-ranking students.

They made a fortune.

Even if Principal Chang speaks up now, it won't make a difference; Handong and the others are determined to vote.

"Okay, okay!"

Wu Chunlin nodded repeatedly, "Handong has made arrangements for the students' transportation, but we still need your help upon arrival."

Amidst a chorus of approval.

Under the pretext of preparing for resettlement, Wu Chunlin took his secretary, Xiao Ye, and fled by plane ahead of time.

Of course, I didn't go back to Handong.

He only called Lin Zhiyuan and Zuo Tao to tell them about picking up the students, but even the dog from Handong didn't reply.

Exciting!

Wu Chunlin performed a set of monkey boxing on the plane, and was so excited that his whole body seemed to convulse.

"Boss, are you really going to be working with eight thousand people..."

Xiao Ye felt a little embarrassed.

"certainly!"

Wu Chunlin affirmed, "A promise is a promise. Don't worry, they're all smart kids. Except for a few conspicuous ones, they won't bother me for no reason."

"If there really are a lot of things to do."

"Then I'll resign and focus on working with them."

Xiao Ye was shocked; she hadn't expected her boss to be serious.

"A gentleman must never break his promise!"

Wu Chunlin flicked Xiao Ye on the forehead and earnestly lectured him, "A slip of the tongue can ruin everything, even if you spend a fortune to buy a horse's bones."

"and…"

"I suddenly feel that doing this is really good, much better than the so-called single-minded pursuit of progress."

"Old Chang is probably going to be disappointed again. He's not doing well himself, and the disciples he's taken in are not doing well either."

Wu Chunlin gave a perfunctory sigh, but his eyes were full of mocking amusement.

"Boss, then why are you rushing around like that..."

Xiao Ye asked.

"That's because there's someone in Handong who needs my care."

Wu Chunlin said helplessly, "Xiao Lin has been blocked for two years, and he's getting a little anxious."

"There's nothing I can do. I'm his beloved senior from school, so I can only spoil him."

"We need to stabilize Handong's core business as much as possible. Only when it's stable will he have time to do what he wants."